Synopsis: The Boucher family is brought under a demon’s spell—a demon called Raymond.
Reflections
Near Paris
Oliver rubbed his eyes. Tired… so tired. He sat there in the lounge, facing the door, clutching his shot-gun. He reflected about how his life had changed.
He looked terrible. Dirty, unshaven. He smelled worse. He got the need to pee and grabbed the milk bottle that sat on the floor near him. Pulling his cock out he drained it till the bottle frothed with hot urine.
“Becky!” he hollered
“What?” she yelled back
“I’ve filled it”
“What, again?” she growled as she stormed into the lounge room. He held the bottle up—plainly it was full.
“Shit” she snapped. She took it off him and then started to gulp it down.
She chugged down the freshly made warm brew and then handed him back the empty bottle
“I hate you” she snarled.
“I hate you, too” he said as he put the bottle back bedside himself on the floor.
He rubbed his eyes again even as his wife stormed away, angry that he had interrupted her.
Her naked form goose-bumped in the cool morning. Once he had fancied her. He remembered it as if it were a distant dream
He looked over at the dining room table. Reflecting about that moment three nights ago…
Beck and Claire were fighting… again. Oliver couldn’t stand it… for once he wished for a peaceful dinner. But Claire was as headstrong as her mom.
“That boy is a creep”
“Lucien is an artiste!” Claire snapped back.
“And don’t toy with your food” Becky said, she’d spent hours making dinner.
Oliver cut up his schnitzel with relish.
“Artiste!” Becky scoffed
“Yes, he’s got an offer to Winslow Academy, in New York”
Oliver thought that his wife—an American—had filled Claire with too many ideas.
“Winslow is it… oh, great” Claire continued to mock
Oliver was determined to eat his dinner, despite the din. He thanked the fates that his second daughter Marie was over with friends.
“For fuck’s sake!” Oliver said as he heard a pounding on the door.
Even as Oliver was going to the door there was more pounding
“Fuck, have patience” he said as he reached the door.
He opened it. A man stood there
“Yes?” Oliver said
“I need shelter” the man said nervously, looking around
“So what?”
“Invite me in…” he said
“Invit…” Oliver began to sneer incredulously, “Come in…” he said, holding the door open.
The man was staring into his eyes. Oliver couldn’t look away
“You want me to stay here.. as your guest” the man said
“Yes…,” Oliver smiled, “Please stay with us… as long as you want”
“Honey?” Becky said, “Who is that?”
“Is that your wife?” the man said
“Yes, my wife Becky, and my elder daughter Claire”
“You want me to fuck them…”
“I…” Oliver began, “Yes. I want you to fuck them…”
“Do you have a gun?”
“Yes”
“Good” the man said, “Move that chair over here, grab your gun and stay there as guard…”
“As guard, yes” Oliver said, nodding
“Anyone you don’t know—who comes to that door… you’re going to shoot”
“Yes” Oliver said, turning he went to the chair and dragged it across
“Oliver?” Becky said angrily as she came around from the dining room “Who is…?” she began and she found herself gazing into his eyes
“You want to fuck me” he said
“I…” she blushed, “Oh, yes… “ she smiled, her demeanour changed, “I want to fuck you”
“Introduce me to your daughter…”
“Yes, come this way” she said, taking his hand. She smiled like she had a school-girl crush
‘Honey…” Becky said
Claire looked up
“This is…” Becky stopped, her mind tried to comprehend… “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name…”
“I am your Master”
“Yes, of course” Becky grinned sheepishly, “How could I not know…”
“I am your master” he said to Claire
“Yes” she smiled, “You are my master”
“You want to fuck me…”
“Yes, Master” Claire said, “I want to fuck you…”
“Take me to the master bedroom” he said to Becky
“Yes, Master” she smiled, “Right this way”
Claire joined them. As they walked to the stairs he saw Oliver clutching his gun across his lap and sitting there, on guard.
Becky and Claire took off their clothes. They were so eager to fuck him… but Becky had in the back of her mind a thought—this is sooooo wrong…, especially when she suddenly realised she was naked in front of her daughter
He sensed this “Look at me” he said to Becky
She turned
“You will obey me” he said
“I…” she began, “Yes I will obey you”
“Undress me” he said.
She smiled and, with her daughter helping they relieved him of his clothes… kissing his body as they exposed it
He made them lie down, side by side. They held hands. “This will hurt a little” Becky said to her daughter
“I’m not a virgin, mom” Claire grinned
“You’re not?” Becky said… surprised, but somehow it didn’t matter anymore
The both lay on their backs with their legs raised and bent at the knees.
He got on the bed, and took Becky’s legs and spread them apart. He gazed up at her dark lips, and hairy bush. He moved up between her thighs. She was wet with excitement as he slid into her
“Oh, yes” she gasped
“Is it good?” Claire asked her mom
“Oh, yes… baby” Becky purred, “Master is sooooo good”
He humped Becky, kneading her generous breasts as he did. They kissed. He turned and kissed Claire too. Then he pulled out of the mother and lay on the daughter
She was just as slick as her mom. “Oh, fuck…” she grinned as he moved into her. Her clit throbbed. It was the best sex she had ever had. Her legs hooked around his bare ass as he humped her.
He fucked her for a while then swapped back onto he mother.
He moved from pussy to pussy, and then came in Becky… AND then pulled out and came in Claire too. He came a lot. His cock was big and thick and full of sperm
He made mother and daughter 69 and clean each other out
And, as they did he moved around behind Becky and pressed a finger into her ass
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked
“No… never”
“Really, mom?” Claire gasped with amazement
“You were fucked in the ass?” Becky asked shocked that her daughter was more experienced than she thought.
“Just the once, mom” Claire said… “It hurt so much…”
“This will hurt too” he said as he leaned over Becky and pushed his cock up into her.
She gritted her teeth.
His cock stretched her wide. And then, as before he took turns fucking each asshole. But only after he made them change positions again. Now, both in doggy-style, their asses up in the air for him to sample both mother and daughter.
“Fuck you smell” he gasped as he rode Claire’s ass. She wasn’t clean inside and he browned his meat in her.
But, he came in her, and then again in her mom. Then he made them clean him off.
The stench from Claire made him then leave the room.
“I’ll put this in the wash” Becky said as she pulled the sheet off the bed.
“Okay, mom” Claire said, as almost holding her ass, she gingerly ran to the bathroom.
He was in there, showering, cleaning his groin when Claire burst in and leapt onto the toilet and let loose. A whole lot of emptying into the bowl, including a lot of his cum
“Can I wash too, Master?” she asked
“Sure” he said and she joined him under the water.
Becky came back upstairs and sprayed air freshener liberally about.
She heard the water running and went to the bathroom. She saw he was fucking Claire again
Becky began to masturbate as she watched. She was so pleased her master was enjoying herself.
At 1am Marie was dropped off by her boyfriend Raymond. She got off his motorbike and crept up towards the front door only for him to rev his bike and tear off down the road
“Fuck!” she spat hoping her parents would not have heard
She opened the front door.
She was surprised to see her dad pointing his shot-gun at her, from where he sat. But, seeing her, he cradled it again across his chest.
“Fuck!” she spat from fright
“Close the door” he said
“What the hell are you doing daddy?”
“CLOSE THE DOOR” he said angrily
She did so
She questioned him again
He ignored her
“What’s that smell?” she said
“It’s your sister’s ass” he said
“What?”
“Upstairs” he said, motioning with the gun. She didn’t know if he was merely pointing or threatening her to go upstairs.
Claire’s smell lingered through much of the house.. but not in the bedroom.
She went up the stairs
She heard crying—more like moaning
She went into the main bedroom, that now at least smelled like pine trees.
She was more surprised to see her mom eating her sister out, whilst a stranger face fucked Claire.
“What the hell!?!”
“Who is this?” she cried as her sister moaned in delight; muffled only because of the huge cock stuffed in her throat.
He turned and sprung off the bed. “I am your master”
“You are my master” she said, though it didn’t quite sink in immediately why she had said it.
“You want to obey me…”
And then, she suddenly realised she wanted to obey him.
“Take off your clothes” he said
“Yes, Master” she smiled as she did
Claire now groaned and sighed more freely as her mom’s tongue flicked against her clit. “Oh, fuck mommy” she gasped
Becky giggled as she lapped at her daughter’s wet slit.
He watched them and then as Claire cried out her joy he pulled Becky up off her daughter, flipped her over and ploughed into her sore pussy. She felt a sting—she was quite red from the fucking she had received from his massive cock.
He stopped, looked at Claire… “Make sure your sister’s ass is clean” he said
“Yes, Master” she said, hopping up
She went over to Marie and knelt down behind her. She pressed her nose in between her sister’s ass cheeks, and then pushed a finger in.
“She isn’t” Claire said as she looked at her finger
“Clean her…” he said
“Yes, Master”
He then continued to pound Becky
Becky and her daughter Claire wee now clean-shaven. He had made them do this… he told Claire to also trim her sister—kill two birds with one stone
Claire was glad to obey.
Oliver was only able to leave his post to take a dump. He was eager to get back to his post… he knew he had to obey. He’d been given a pot to piss in, but this was soon changed to a milk bottle.
His wife, and his daughters took turns in ‘emptying’ it for him.
“What are you worried about, Master?” Becky asked as she leaned against him. The master looked out the window
“Paladins” he said
“Paladins, Master?”
“They worship the one god” he said, “They hate those like me that worship the many…”
“I don’t understand, Master”
“You can’t comprehend it” he said as he went back to the bed. “But you… all of you… will protect me with your lives”
“Yes, Master” they said in unison as he climbed onto Marie and began fucking her.
As he humped her, Becky lay down next to them and Claire reversed around and lay on her mom, they licked each other’s cunts
“Claire!” Oliver hollered
She rose up off her mom’s face and went downstairs.
“What is it, dad?”
“I’ve filled it”
“Again?” she gasped as he handed her the bottle.
She took it and gulped down the amber fluid, almost without taking a breath.
She handed the bottle back to him
Oliver strained his eyes. He couldn’t sleep. His body wanted to. His Master didn’t. He obeyed his Master.
If his Master had told him to stop breathing… he would have.
Claire returned upstairs, and saw that the Master was fucking her mom again. Marie beckoned her over. Claire burped, and laughed and joined her sister.
Marie’s clean-shaven pussy was red, and her skin a little prickly. Claire carefully ran her tongue over it.
Raymond, the master of many stopped fucking Becky’s ass.
“What is it, Master?” she asked. She was worried he wasn’t enjoying herself with him
He sensed something was not right.
There was a crash… and then the sound of a shot-gun. A cry. Another shot-gun shot rang out
More cries. The sound of an automatic weapon, muffled by a suppressor.
“Upstairs” came the loud voice.
Raymond burst out through the window. The glass cutting his clothes. He fell the two storeys to the ground, landing on his feet, like a cat.
The three woman, screaming like banshees attacked the men in black balaclavas. Using fingernails, teeth, anything they leaped at the men who burst in on them.
A man spun his Heckler & Koch G36 semi-automatic rifle about and batted at them with the butt of the gun
His colleagues raced up.
One wore the same black clothing as the others, but he also carried a large crucifix.
It was Claire who saw this first and she screamed in agony as he approached.
She spat at him as he drew closer…
As the priest exorcised the demonic control from the women another uniformed person inspected the damaged window. He had been caught by surprise. He swore to himself this wouldn’t happen again…
Outside Barcelona
Manuel rubbed his eyes as he reflected about how his life had changed. He held a baseball bat across his lap as he sat in a comfy chair near the front door.
From upstairs came the sound of his son, Hector groaning with delight. Isabella, his wife was standing there looking down at him with disdain. She picked up the full milk bottle there and downed its contents before she took her tanned naked body back upstairs.